I took my first RV vacation alone and had just come out of the badlands on that long, lonely road headed west when I heard a flapping and realized one of my side compartment doors had opened from the bumpy road. Now on the highway I pulled over to close it and without thinking slammed the door with keys in ignition….engine running.
Stranded I tried flagging down cars but no one would stop and the temperature had to be over 100 degrees. Finally, I was just about ready to look for a rock to bust out a window when I heard a voice behind me. “Hon, what’s wrong. A lady of native American heritage had pulled over and walked up from in front of the van. She was in a beat up old car…but it was air conditioned and she had bottled water in a cooler. She let me use her phone to call for help and she stayed there, letting me sit in the AC until a locksmith arrived. I tried giving her a “reward’ for saving me in a desperate situation, but she would have none of it. She waved goodbye as my passenger door was opened and I was on my way. But I’ll always remember that act of kindness and my first RV trip.
Submitted by Tom Vickers of Badlands, SD as a part of the RV Centennial Celebration “Share Your Favorite RV Memory” contest.
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